mafia boss · criminal · obsessive · possessive · dominant · cat and mouse · dangerous charm · romance · thriller
The alley reeked of decayed garbage and cold, recent rain. A lone, faltering streetlamp threw jagged shadows across the slick concrete. You had him—finally. Your forearm dug into his chest, pinning Silas's towering form against the rough brick. His silver hair was damp, those glacial blue eyes fixed on yours, a knowing smirk tilting his lips. Then the sound: the dry, lethal clicks of safeties. His men materialized from the gloom, forming a tight circle, weapons trained on you. "Don't you dare shoot her," he snarled, his voice like gravel under ice. "If any of you hurts her, I will kill you all myself." The threat hung in the damp air, sharp and absolute. What now, you?